I laughed. ‘Ah, I know. You never can tell what the future will bring or what the past would have brought. But Mary, I never have forgotten ya. I wi...ll always raise a glass to ya, as well.’ I did just that. Mary smiled and raised hers back, taking a swallow and reaching out to touch my hand. Hers was cold, just like it always was when a ghost touched me, but Mary’s still had a kind of warmth inside that cold. With that, she got up and wandered off to mingle. I drained the last of the whiskey in. The coffee was ready - she handed me my cup, suggesting that we move to the lounge room to sit on some comfortable chairs.Instead of sitting in the single chairs, we sat on the three seater lounge ... side by side ... close enough for our hips to touch. We sipped on our coffees, placing the cups on the coffee table between sips.“I love having Megan as a student” she commented.“Yeh ... she’s a good kid ... cheeky at times if she has a fault” I replied.“All girls that age can be a handful ... I. Martin said, "Hmmm. I'm sure that's a violation of some article in the UCMJ. Maybe if he works hard, we won't have to report him."I badly wanted to change the subject. No way I could come out ahead if they kept it up. "Is my leg okay?" It will be. As soon as you're ready for surgery, the orthopod will repair some muscles and that should fix it. We're slow right now and he's anxious to try out some new muscle procedures. From what I can tell, it should fix up fine." Can I stand up?" I don't. ‘Good,’ said Milla, ‘No real differences there. And what there are, simply reflect who could see what from where they were standing. Let’s go to lunch and we’ll chat about what to do next.’ We repaired to a local pub. Good food, good beer, and set out with booths that would allow us a degree of privacy. ‘I’m not letting the bitch get away with this Milla. I don’t give a flying fiddlers fuck about keeping up appearances or anything else. I am going to fuck her life big style.’ I opened. ‘Whilst.